The Secret (DreamNotFound)

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TW's:
-Mentions self harm and abuse

It was during Clays break and I decided to call him. He directly accepted the call.

'George, what's up?'

I could hear a lot of people talking in the background. It was crowded.

'H-help.'

'Are you crying?'

'N-no, I j-just want to h-hear your voice.'

'What's wrong, George?'

'N-n-nothing.'

'I'm coming.'

'N-n-no.'

'Yes, you aren't okay. I'm there in twenty minutes.'

I started panicking. My arms. He wasn't allowed to see. I wanted to do so much, but I was in too much pain to stand up. Before I even knew Clay rang the bell. I couldn't stand up, so I heard Clay walking around the house to go in through my garden. The door opened and he ran upstairs. I hid under my blanket and saw I made even more stains.

'George?' He ran in and kneeled down in front of my bed. 'Oh my goodness, what happened to your head? Sit up.'

I sat up and hid my arms still, but Clay saw.

'What's that?' he yelled. He grabbed my arms and his hand were covered in blood. 'George?!'

He pulled my sleeves up and I hid my arms behind my back.

'WHAT'S THAT?'

'Nothing.'

'Don't lie, show me.'

I sighed and showed him my arms. I saw his eyes filling with tears. 'George, how did this happen?'

I saw the knife on the ground and quickly pushed it under my bed, but Clay saw. He grabbed the knife and threw it away. 'Did you cut yourself? What happened? Do you want to write it down, you're way to stressed to talk now, George.'

He got a notebook from his bag and gave me a pen.

Peter texted me, I blocked him. I went for a walk and he completely beat me up and then I cut myself.

'You did cut yourself-. Where did he hit you?'

I pointed to my face and my chest.

'Can I see?'

I nodded. He helped me pull my shirt off and watched my chest. 'Oh my goodness. Are you in a lot of pain?'

I nodded. He held his hand on my chest and I didn't know why it felt so good. I liked his touch. He softly rubbed over my chest and I saw him blush slightly. He startled a little.

'Sorry- eh. Do you have some bandages here?'

'Downstairs probably.'

I was blushing. I liked his touch and he apparently did too. He ran downstairs and came back with bandages. He wrapped it around my arms and softly stroke my chest again. I caught him staring.

'Eh, sorry- it just eh- can you give me a second? I'll be right back.'

'S-s-sure.'

I didn't know why Clay walked away so suddenly, but I was more than happy when he came back. He was so beautiful and I loved being in his presence.

'Clay?'

'Yes, George?'

'Do you w-w-want to h-hug me? I'm s-scared.'

'Of course.'

He laid down next to me and started hugging me. I turned to my side and he pulled me close.

'You are safe, George. I'm with you.'

'I'm so hurt.'

'What hurts, Georgie?'

'Chest, head and my arms.'

'Have you ever cut yourself before, George?'

'Not this bad.'

'But you have?'

'Yes.'

'How often?'

'I don't know. Sometimes everyday sometimes months not.'

'When was the last time you cut yourself before this?'

'Two months ago, I think.'

'George?'

'Yes?'

'Can you please try and stop cutting yourself for me?'

I nodded. 'Promise.'

He sighed relieved and hugged me tightly. Without me actually realising it, he stroke his hand over my chest again. He let go of me and we laid down next to each other. He kept touching my chest and I rolled to my side again. He pulled me closer and my head rested on his chest.

'Go and sleep for a little.'

'But you-.'

'Sleep.'

I didn't even mind the fact I wasn't wearing a shirt. I loved his hand touching me softly. He kept me warm by pulling me closer to his body. I smiled and I felt myself blushing in our hug. Before I knew I fell asleep in his arms again.

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